Northstar Vale The only feelings I have for you are rage and pissed off-ed-ness

She stood still on the ridge, gazing down at the valley below. In the summer, it had to be beautiful. But nothing truly was, now, in this barren, colorless period between the flame of autumn and the ice blue of winter. Still, perhaps it would be a place to stay, for a while. She knew very well she ought to find a pack before winter set in in all its fury, yet she was in no hurry too.

neither was she in any sort of hurry to struggle down into the valley, and considered a moment the easy alternative which would be to plummet straight into the valley from were she stood. Certainly fast, yet with a larger chance of an untimely death. Sighing, she allowed herself a few more moments before she would attempt the climb.